Every Me And Every You - Twelve
When you woke up the next morning you wanted to cry. How could three vodka martinis, three shots and three bottles of bud make you feel like someone had taken your head off your shoulders, played football with it, and then clamped it back on but upside down?
You weren’t cut out for this shit anymore.
Reaching for your water you saw that there was only a small amount left in the bottle. Funny. You didn’t remember drinking it all.
You hauled yourself upright gingerly, your head pounding as you staggered into your kitchen and yanked the fridge open, squinting at the contents.
Coke. You needed full fat coke. And painkillers.
You spied two cans in the back and pulled them both out, pressing one to your forehead.
Ahhh. Sweet relief.
Rummaging in your kitchen drawer, you found a blister pack of adadin and popped two, swallowing them down with the fizzy, treacle coloured liquid.
Your ears pricking up, you could hear singing coming from your bed room. Your cell going off.
Who was calling at this ungodly hour?
Although a quick glance at your wall clock told that it was in fact, noon.
Good job you did run all of your errands yesterday.
You lurched back to your bedroom and slumped back down on your bed, realising too late that you had an open can of coke in your hand.
For fuck sake. Your pajama top was now stained and soaked.
Screw it. At least you hadn’t gotten any on the sheets. There was no way you could have coped with changing bed covers today. You climbed back in and picked your phone up.
One missed call.
You thought back to last night, remembering your drunken call in the toilet cubicle and Emily overhearing you.
Apparently you now had a boyfriend call Dan.
At least she’d said she keep quiet. And unlike Garcia, Emily actually would.
You wriggled back under the covers and called him back, him answering on the third ring.
“Good morning, Snow. Sleep well?”
“Snow? What?…. Spencer my brain hurts….Oh wait.. I get it. Snow White. I remember. At least I think I do.”
He chuckled lowly at end of the phone.
“You did stick to your drinking limits I set you right?”
“I did indeed…. I blame the martinis, they were strong. If you were with me I’d have said that you were trying to get me drunk so you could take advantage of me,” you laughed.
“Y/N you know I’d never do that right?” Spencer was suddenly quiet and serious, sounding more like normal work Spencer.
Had you offended him?
“I know that. I was making a joke.”
“Good. Because that’s the last thing I want you thinking; that I’m trying to take advantage of you in any shape or form.” Still serious.
“Spencer, I know. I promise I know that. I was just trying to be funny.”
“Okay. I just wanted to be clear that’s all. I take it you’re feeling rough then?”
“I feel like I’ve gone ten rounds in a boxing ring against Morgan. And lost, badly.”
“By the way. If Emily asks, not that she will but… I have a boyfriend called Dan okay.”
“She overheard me in the toilet, talking to you last night. I had to give her a name. Fuck knows where Dan came from.”
A quick flash in your mind of a heart with Carly loves Dan written inside it. Ohhhhh…. Toilet wall graffiti to the rescue.
“Ah okay. So you’re dating a guy named Dan. And how does he compare to your previous lover?”
“Spencer Reid are you fishing for compliments here?”
“I’ve already told you that you were the best I’d had, something I still can’t believe forms a sentence with your name. No offence.”
“None taken.” You could hear a smile in his voice down the phone.
“So what are your plans anyway. I’d have thought you’d have been up and about already, it’s like 9am there isn’t it?”
“It is indeed. I’m… procrastinating. I thought maybe you could distract me for a bit.”
As tempted as you were to try and be a distraction, there was something in his tone.
“Reid, what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
“Don’t lie to me please. You can tell me it’s none of my business, but don’t tell me nothing’s wrong. I can hear it.”
He was silent for a few moments and you were just about to bid him goodbye and tell him to text you later when he spoke again.
“My mom called me a couple of weeks ago. She wanted me to come and see her this weekend because she wanted me to go and visit my Dad. He’s…. sick.”
You knew Spencer’s relationship with his father was extremely complicated. He’d abandoned Reid and his mother when Reid was just a child and although Spencer had later discovered that there’d been underlying reasons, he’d still never forgiven him for it. For leaving him to deal with his mom’s issues alone. For moving ten miles up the road and never checking in.
Spencer cleared his throat. “Cancer sick…..Terminal. He’d been trying to call me for a while but I’ve… I’d been ignoring his calls. He’s in a hospice. Waiting……”
Waiting to die, you knew he meant.
“Oh Spence… Why didn’t you tell any of us. Why didn’t you tell me? I’d have come with you or something.”
Despite what you were doing together, he was your friend first and foremost. A very good friend who you’d hate to see hurt. And losing a parent, even one you didn’t have a relationship with, would hurt anyone.
“Because I didn’t know if I was going to see him or not. My mom convinced me yesterday that I need to. Because when he goes, it’ll be down to me to make arrangements. He never remarried, I’m his only next of kin.”
“I don’t want to see him. But I know that I should. So I’m going. And then I’m coming home.”
“You’re doing the right thing.”
“So the nurses at mom’s hospital keep telling me. I just don’t want to think about what I’m doing, hence wanting a distraction. And you’re a very good distraction.”
“Erm thanks. I think?”
“So what are your plans for the day, Snow?” He was trying put the normality back into his voice, trying to sound cheerful.
“If you keep calling me that, I’ll have to start referring to you as Prince Charming. And…. I was planning on sleeping off this hangover. That you caused by making me drink three vodka martinis.”
“Hey I didn’t say you had to drink three. Just that you could have no more than three.”
Shit… He did. Balls. Pay attention to the rules more, Y/N.
“You know what’s meant to be a excellent hangover cure?”
“No but I’m sure the fountain of all knowledge is going to tell me.”
“Sex. Well… Orgasms.”
“You’re two and a half thousand miles away from me Spencer.”
“And? I recall buying you some objects that would assist with said orgasm. Things I’d have liked for you to use on yourself last night. Purple things specifically.”
“I don’t have the energy to try and fuck myself with a fake purple penis today, thank you very much.”
Amazing. Spencer Reid teasing you because you didn’t want to masturbate.
“I need more sleep, and you need to go and do things. So stop putting them off and go and do them. What time do you get back?”
“My flight lands at 9:30pm. I should be home by 10:30pm.”
“Let me know how it goes okay?”
“I will. Sweet dreams, Snow,” he sighed.
“Talk to ya later Prince Charming.”
You tucked your phone back under your pillow and pulled your eye mask over your face to block on the sunlight that was trying to sneak through your windows.
And then you slept.